Everything hurt. A throbbing, persistent ache is what pulled me back to consciousness. Everything from my lower back to my knees felt like it was on fire. I opened my eyes; my vision swam, everything out of focus. I could hear something, but it sounded like the adults in Peanuts.

My vision honed in on a clicking noise as a shape loomed into focus in front of me.

“Welcome back.”

I groaned, squinting up at Madam Arania. She’d changed from her traditional costume, and she was now wearing a tight leather corset, her pale breasts hanging out of the top, and fishnet stockings. No panties, I noted as I found myself eye level with her hairless pussy. At first I thought it was real, but as my vision came into more focus, I could tell that it was a tattoo of a spider just above her hood.

“You recover pretty quick. She must have you well trained.”

I looked around for Vee as she reminded me of my mistress. My whole body protested as I tried to move. I was lying on my stomach, and I tried to get my arms under me and push myself up, but she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down.

“Wha— where’s Vee?” I asked.

Madam Arania stepped to the side, gesturing behind her. Vee was on the other side of the room, suspended spread eagle by her special cuffs. She was still dressed in the bib and diapers and her costume boots, though Madam Arania must have taken her cape.

“Don’t worry, she’s right there. You woke up just in time. The stubborn little girl doesn’t want to use her diapers.” Vee had just ordered me to soil myself when she’d put me in diapers the first time. It had been a difficult mental hurdle to clear, but I’d obeyed. I imagined Madam Arania had something more sinister in mind to humiliate the helpless heroine.

“Why are you doing this?” She didn’t try to stop me this time from pushing myself up, letting me realize for myself what a bad idea it was when I tried to roll over to sit up. I wouldn’t be able to sit down without excoriating pain for awhile.

“The same reason she likes to dominate and humiliate you,” she replied, giving a girlish giggle. “It’s fun.” I rolled back onto my front and buried my face in the cushion. I don’t know why I thought I could reason with her.

“Aren’t we having a good time?” Madam Arania asked Vee. Vee growled at her through her stifling gag. “Yes we are! Yes we are!” she cooed in baby talk, grabbing Vee’s breasts and playing with them.

I looked back over at Vee. “I’m sorry,” I apologized again. I wished I could do something else. I was completely unrestrained, but I might as well have been. Even if I could muster the strength to get up, what could I do? Even without those spider arms on her back, I couldn’t overpower her. I’d just end up getting punished again, and Vee would have to watch again.

“What does she have to be sorry for?” Madam Arania asked Vee. “We’re having such a good time together.” She stuck her hand down Vee’s diapers. Vee groaned and looked away. “Still clean. Do you need help? Does Baby Victory need help using her diapers?”

“Mmm mmmph,” Vee moaned, shaking her head.

“Of course I’ll help you. Baby’s probably just blocked up.” She pulled her hand out and patted her butt, and then walked over to me and ran her hand over my face. I could smell Vee on her fingers. “You just rest there. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” she said as she walked past me, and came back with a big rubber bag hanging from a metal stand on wheels. The bag had a clear plastic tube hanging from the bottom of it, wrapped up and hanging on the metal frame. Vee squirmed in her bonds as our captor pushed it right behind her. “Since I don’t have to worry about damaging you, I won’t waste your time with lube,” she said as she started unwrapping the hose. On the end was a massive black plug with a hand pump attached. She held the plug in front of Vee’s face and started squeezing the pump, forcing her to watch the plug grow and grow. “This will make sure everything stays in place.”

I’d never seen it before, but I wondered if this was one of the toys she had stolen from Vee. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Madam Arania had her own extensive collection of devious devices. Either way, I couldn’t imagine something that big in my ass, and super high pain threshold or not, this was not going to be fun for the super heroine.

“Soon, you’ll be begging me to let you shit in your diapers,” Madam Arania told her, twirling the fully pumped plug in the air. It was the size of a grapefruit. Vee grunted indignantly as Madam Arania deflated it again, and the worked it down the back of Vee’s diapers. Vee’s brows furrowed and she shook slightly in her bonds. “You’re putting up quite a fight. I’d almost think that you didn’t want anything up there, but that can’t be true; you’ve always got that self righteous stick up your ass.

Vee’s eyes widened and she made an uncharacteristic squeak into her gag, and I could tell she’d lost the battle. “Good girl,” Madam Arania said, pulling her hand out and patting her on the head. Vee fumed, physically shaking as she fought, the metal cuffs whirring as they powered up to hold her super strength. Madam Arania started pumping, slow, deliberate squeezes. I could imagine from similar but much less extreme circumstances at Vee’s own hands just how much discomfort and pain she must be in. “Seems your insides are a little more vulnerable,” Madam Arania stated, caressing the struggling super heroine.

“There we go. That’s not going anywhere.” To demonstrate, she pulled on the hose, giving it a good yank. Vee snorted through her nose, her breathing rapid. The villainess reached up to the bag and turned the valve. Clear liquid started rushing through the tube, straight into Vee. Vee jerked as whatever it was flowed into her butt.  “Does it sting?” she asked. Vee didn’t acknowledge her question, but I could tell from the strain on her face that it did.

“That’s the pepper oil.” She grabbed the bag and squeezed. Vee groaned and shook. Her forehead was starting to break out in a sheen of sweat. Her stomach, with her flat, washboard abs, was already bloated and distended as her guts were filled with irritating water. “That’s right. Take it all. You’re a dirty girl, and you need a good cleaning.”

Vee glared at her as Madam Arania played with her rapidly filling belly. She reached up and squeezed the enema bag again, until the last of the fluid had drained and was in her captive. Poor Vee. She looked like she as pregnant, and she was dripping with sweat. Madam Arania removed her pacifier gag and plucked her costume bottoms from her mouth.

“Well, Baby Victory? Is there something you wanted to say to me?”

“If you think I’m going to beg you for anything, you’ve got another thing coming.” Still defiant, her voice was strained. But even this couldn’t break her.

Madam Arania chuckled. “Still so proud. Good. I’d have been disappointed if you had caved so easily.”

“Please!” I shouted. I crawled off of the couch onto my hands and knees on the ground. Vee was too stubborn to beg, so I would do it for her. “Please, just stop!”

“Molly, donmmmph—” Vee tried to tell me, but Madam Arania stuffed her costume bottoms right back in her mouth and in strapped the pacifier gag in place to hold them in, swiftly gagging her again.

“That’s not how it works,” she told me, leaving the now furiously struggling Vee again to come over to me. She knelt down, grabbing my chin in her hands. “She has to learn. But don’t worry, I have something special prepared for you too.”

“No,” I moaned, shaking my head.

“Yes,” she corrected, forcing me to nod. “And the sooner you learn your lesson, the sooner Baby Vicky there will get another opportunity to beg me to let her fill her diapers.” She grabbed me under the arms and picked me up. Even without mechanical assistance, she easily had the strength to pick me right up. She laid me back down on the couch, on my back this time. I grimaced but I managed to keep from crying out as my weight came to rest on my tender backside. She turned away, and when she returned, she was holding another diaper. “Maybe she just needs a role model. Would you like to show her how it’s done?” she asked me.

What choice did I have? I nodded, sniffling.

“There’s a good girl.” I winced in pain as she taped me into a fresh diaper. Then she surprised me by scooping me up in my arms and cradling me like an actual baby. She carried me over to Vee, bouncing me in her arms, patting my sore, diapered butt. “Would you like to show Baby Vicky how to use her diaper?” I looked apologetically at Vee. Sweat and drool dripped from her red face. Madam Arania hadn’t gotten as much of her bottoms in her mouth this time, and they spilled out around the pacifier which was acting more like a cleave gag between her teeth, and she looked like she was about to clench down hard enough to bite clean through it. She was so focused on the enema trapped inside her that she didn’t seem to even notice my current predicament.

“Go on,” Madam Arania told me. “I’d hate to think you were being naughty too. And so soon after your last punishment.” She pointedly patted the backs of my freshly spanked thighs.

I gulped and closed my eyes, concentrating. I tried to imagine I was just sitting on a toilet, not being cradled in the arms of a super villain, trying to wet a diaper.

“Tell her what you’re doing,” she ordered.

“I’m wetting—”

“Louder.”

“I’m wetting my diaper.” And as I said it, I started.

She held me up, lifting me in her strong arms until my crotch was right by Vee’s ear. “Do you hear that? Your precious little diapered pet is being a good girl.”

Vee was still lost in her own struggle, but I was dying of humiliation. It was the same thing Vee herself had made me do, but submitting to this pyscho, while Vee was in her own predicament, was some new level of shame. And as Madam Arania grabbed my crotch, rubbing the wet diaper against me, I realized it was incredibly arousing. And that knowledge made me all the more ashamed. And that turned me on more. I was stuck in a horny shame cycle, and no amount of trying to rationalize how wrong it was given my current situation was getting me out of it.

Madam Arania cradled me to her chest again, rocking me, playing with my pussy through my diaper. “You’re not done,” she told me.

I looked up at her, shaking my head. “No,” I said softly.

She shushed me. “Yes. You want to be a good example for your sister, don’t you?”

I nodded, closing my eyes again. I tried, focusing and pushing, but I didn’t have to poop. I’m not sure how long it had been since I’d eaten last. Hours, days maybe. I had no idea how long I was in the trunk, or the two times I had passed out. I opened my eyes. “I can’t,” I said quietly.

“Oh, that’s okay. You just need a little help too.”

I gulped and nodded.

“Show your sister how it’s done.”

I looked at Vee. She was drenched in sweat, all her muscles popping out as she was in a constant state of straining. I couldn’t resist like she did. I just wasn’t strong enough, not just physically but mentally and emotionally too. At least if I did what she wanted of me, she might go easier on me.

“Please. Please help me mess my diaper,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Please, Mistress. Please make me fill my diaper,” I begged. I started crying as I pleaded with her. “Give me an enema, please. I’m a dirty girl and I need to be cleaned out.”

She beamed, rocking me gleefully in her arms. “Good girl. See, that ain’t so hard. I don’t know why Baby Vicky is having so much trouble.”

I wanted to apologize to Vee, but I couldn’t form the words. Madam Arania set me on the floor between Vee’s spread legs. “Stay put, I’ll be right back.” I wasn’t tied up or restrained at all. I could have gotten up and tried to free her. At the very least I could have deflated the massive plug up her ass and let her expel the infernal enema racking her core. But I didn’t. I just sat on the floor, staring up at her. I couldn’t even move so I could see her face around the massive diapers I was directly under. I just waited for Madam Arania to return with my own enema, so I could show my former mistress how to mess a diaper.

Madam Arania praised me for being a good girl when she returned. She made me lay down on my back beneath Vee, and she lifted my legs and opened my diaper. I cooperated as she penetrated my rosebud with a bulb enema, and squirted hot water up my ass. I was fortunate to not have pepper oil; based on Vee’s reaction, it might have killed me, even in a much smaller enema. Even still, the sensation was very uncomfortable. The cramps set in almost immediately, and a desperate need to void my bowels. “You better hold it,” she warned me as she pulled the tip from my ass. I clenched, trying to focus and remember that Vee was a lot worse off than me. I was expecting her to tape my diaper back up, but instead she produced a big, pink silicone butt plug.

“What are you doing?”

She smiled down at me before shoving the butt plug in my mouth. It was clean, and I didn’t waste the opportunity to try and lube it up as much as possible, sucking on it and running my tongue up and down its length. “You don’t get to release until she does.” She yanked it from my mouth, and without any further preparation, she shoved it up inside me. It was bigger than anything I was used to up there, but compared to what Vee had to contend with, I still had to consider myself lucky. Thoroughly plugged, she pulled my wet diaper back up between my legs and taped it back into place. She produced a matching pink ball gag, and forced it in my mouth.

“Mmmmph,” I complained, mostly out of habit. Vee liked it when I moaned when she gagged me. I looked up at her; from where I lay, my view still mostly limited to just her diapers. I might never be able to look at her without picturing them again. She might never be the same, sexy, powerful, confident, in control bastion of strong femininity again.

Madam Arania picked me up, cradling me again in her arms. “Do you want to use your diapers?” she cooed at me. She pressed on my swollen belly, intensifying the cramps. I nodded rapidly, whining into my gag. She bounced me and looked up at Vee. “How about widdle baby Vicky? Are you weady to beg Madam Arania to make a big mess in your diapers?”

Vee stared at her, sweat dripping down her red face. If I hadn’t been gagged I would have been begging her to beg, not just for me but for her. She slowly nodded, moaning into her own gag.

Madam Arania cradled me in one arm while she reached up and removed Vee’s pacifier. She spit out her sodden costume bottoms, thick lines of drool trailing from her red lips. “Please, take this stupid plug out of my ass and let me shit myself,” she snarled.

Damnit Vee, why couldn’t she just swallow her pride for once and do what our captor wanted of her.

“Oh, baby still has a lot of attitude that needs to be adjusted.”

“You’re going to find a way to try and torture me no matter what I do.”

“Oh, is it that you’re enjoying this? Big, strong super heroine secretly wants to be beaten, to be controlled and dominated.”

“How I feel doesn’t change what’s going to happen when I get free. These cuffs are strong, but I’ve gotten free from worse.”

“I have no doubt that you will. I’ve no intention of killing you; you’re much too fun. That’s why I’ve made a failsafe.”

I looked around, confused. Vee might have the stamina to have these kinds of conversations while holding in an enema, but I did not.

“If something happens to me, the tape of this will get released on the internet. Everyone will see their precious champion of liberty and justice just like this. So when you get free, you’re going to let me go.”

“Please, there’s porn of people pretending to be me in far worse situations than this. No one will believe it’s real.” It was true. I’d watched a little Lady Victory porn.

“Maybe, maybe not. But I know from your own home videos that you’d far rather put me over your knee than lock me up in some prison. If that’s the punishment I’ve earned for being a bad girl, than so be it. I was just giving you an out so you don’t have to admit it to yourself why you really choose to let me go with just a ‘warning’.” She winked at Vee. Vee scowled.

“I think I’m really going to like our new dynamic,” she continued, bouncing me harder in her arms, the enema sloshing around inside me. “Be sure so bring this one more often; I like her.” She smiled down at me. “You should make her your sidekick! Dress her in something skimpy, take her out on the streets with you. Imagine, ‘Lady Victory and Victory Lass!’ No! Victory Girl. Kid Victory!”

“Mmmmph!” I cried, not just in my displeasure at her name choices for me. My cramps were starting to become unbearable, and I clutched at my stomach, hoping either of them would remember the actual plight I was currently in.

“I don’t think you’ll be allowed to run around fighting crime in a diaper,” she told me.

“Leave her alone,” Vee said. Madam Arania looked up at her, momentarily pausing her bouncing of me. “Please, I’m begging you. Please let me use my diaper.”

“What happened to the stoic heroine who refused to beg for something so beneath her as permission to mess her diapers?”

“Please! I’m just a helpless baby, and I need to poop! Please let me mess my diapers!”

She probably could have held that toxic enema in forever. But here she was, begging for the ability to shit herself like a baby, just for me. I was incredibly attracted to her in that moment, in spite of the context.

“Please!!!” She kept begging. It could have just been more sweat dripping down her face from the strain, but I could swear she was crying.

I stole a glance up at our captor; she was beaming. “I might be able to help you mess your diapers, but I’m going to need something more from you.”

“But you said beg! Please, I’m begging you! I’d be on my knees in front of you if I could! Please let me mess my diapers!”

“I know what I said, but you decided to be stubborn. Though on your knees has a certain appeal to it.” She set me back on the couch, and walked back over to Vee, who was still blubbering out desperate pleas. “Shhhh.” She put a finger to Vee’s lips. “If I put you on your knees, will you be a good girl and show me how much you want to use your diapers?”

I could tell what she wanted of Vee, but I couldn’t focus on her plight. I had my own issues I needed to take care of, and my fear of what Madam Arania would do to me was outweighed by my own biological needs. Besides, it was on her for leaving me unrestrained.

I rolled onto my side and reached my hand into the back of my diaper, feeling around until I got two fingers around the plug. I stole a glance at Vee and our captor; Madam Arania had lowered the frame Vee was retrained in to the ground and was pushing the captured heroine to her knees. The villainess’s focus was fixated on her more powerful prisoner, and I took my opportunity.

Too late I realized that there was no quiet way to do what I needed to do. I bit down against the fat silicone ball in my mouth and pulled the plug. My ass was reluctant to release the intruder at first, but the pressure behind it built and once it was started, it popped out of me like a cork.

It was loud. It was humiliating. It was uncomfortable. But the relief was immense. I curled into a ball, grunting into my gag as I evacuated my bowels into my diaper.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” I looked up to see Madam Arania turned to face me, her hands on her hips.

I could only groan as another wave hit me and I noisily pushed out more filthy water into my loaded diaper.

“Looks like I’m going to have to—”

She was cut off by a loud crack and Madam Arania went flying forward. Vee swung behind her, still hanging from her restrained arms, and her legs now locked together. She continued her forward momentum into a flip, bracing her feet on the top of the frame she was fastened to, the enema tube still sticking out of the back of her diapers, swinging around like some alien tail. Upside down, she pushed off the frame with her feet. The bracers whirred in protest as they powered up to hold her.

“Oh no you don’t!” Madam Arania hissed, pushing herself up off of the ground. Her hands were feeling around at the edges of her corset. She was looking for her little remote thingy that controlled the cuffs.

Vee let out a primal roar. The sound of creaking metal overpowered the mechanical whir. Sparks flew from one of the shackles.

“Where is it? Where is it? Shit shit shit!” Madam Arania stopped frantically searching her person and ran over to a shelf and began rummaging around, tossing restraints, gags, vibrators and all manner of toys and torture devices all about.

I tried to get up, to do something, anything to help, but my gut wasn’t finished. Vee was trying to break free and save both of us while I was lying there shitting myself. I’d never felt more useless.

“Gotcha!” Madam Arania screamed triumphantly, holding up the remote. She was furiously mashing a button on it.

Vee roared again, and with an explosive crack, she ripped one of her arms free. She spun back to her feet and grabbed the shackle still connected and began to pull with both arms.

“Damn your strength!” Madam Arania cursed, hurling the remote at Vee. “Hugo!” She screamed for her henchman. As Vee tore her other arm free, she turned to run, stopping for a second to look at me. Our eyes met, and I could see that she was considering if she had time to grab me and escape before Vee ripped the cuffs off of her legs and could give chase. I shook my head, moaning into my gag to leave me.

“Remember what I said!” she called to Vee before fleeing.

Vee stopped trying to rip her legs apart and took a couple hops after her before she toppled to the ground. “Run away, bitch!” she called after her, and then she sighed. She started to reach for her leg cuffs again, but then she reached back and found the pump for her butt plug. The look of relief on her face was immediate as she released the valve keeping the monster inflated. She grimaced for a moment as she tugged on the pump, and then with a huge sigh she pulled the plug out of her diaper.

“Just another minute, Molly.”

I nodded, realizing I had just been lying there watching her. She leaned forward and started trying to rip the manacles on her legs apart. The sound of the whirring almost covered up the sound of her filling her diapers, and her groans could have been just from exerting herself trying to break the cuffs. All things considered, she remained pretty dignified given the circumstances.

With one last roar, she broke the cuffs binding her legs together. She climbed back to her feet, and for the first time I’d ever seen, she wobbled unsteadily on her heels, probably in large part due to the now very swollen diapers forcing her to waddle. Still, she made it over to me and picked me up, throwing me over her shoulder, and then managed to break into a jog down the hall.

I bounced uncomfortably on her shoulder, feeling her hot, sweaty, sticky body underneath me. I tried to hold on to her, but as I struggled to find somewhere to hold, I realized my hands were free, and finally went to remove my ball gag. I got my fingers under the strap and pulled the ball from my mouth, letting it hang around my neck.

“Vee, what about her?” I asked.

“She’ll have to wait. I’ve put you in enough danger.”

I thought about what Madam Arania had said to her, about releasing a video of everything if she was caught, and of what she’d said about Vee secretly wanting to continue this fucked up, kinky game. No, I wanted to believe she was putting my safety and well being first.

“Vee. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” She threw open a door and carried me outside. Her grip tightened around my thighs and on my butt as she took a running jump off of a balcony.

“I do. You got captured, and she did all of those things to you, and—”

“Molly! It’s fine. We’ll talk about it later, when I’m not trying to escape.” She was running now, dashing through trees.

“Alright.” I shut my mouth, bouncing around on her shoulder as she ran, watching the ground fly by under her toned legs. “Thank you. For rescuing me. I don’t know what I would have done—”

She suddenly pulled me back into her arms, cradling me. “Oh good.” She grabbed the ballgag still dangling around my neck and popped it back into my mouth. “I said we’ll talk about it later.”

I pouted, mumbling another muffled apology into my gag.

She looked down at me and sighed. She pulled the ballgag back out of my mouth, and then took it all the way off for me. She tossed it aside and leaned against a tree.

“Sorry,” she said, looking up through the branches at the sky.

“I’ll be quiet, if you want.”

“It’s okay. I highly doubt she’s followed us. We can relax a bit.”

I nodded. Now allowed to speak, I didn’t know what to say.

“Can you stand?”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could, but I nodded. “I think so.”

She gently set me on my feet, and she kept her hand on my arm to steady me as I got my bearings.

“Are you okay?”

Was I okay? I had been kidnapped from my super heroine mistress’s mansion and held hostage by a super villain, manipulated to both doubt and blame Vee for everything, sexually tortured and forced to watch the person I cared most about also tortured as well. Okay was such a mundane word for anything in my life at that moment.

She stared at me, her eyes full of concern.

“I am now.” I smiled at her.

She hugged me. It startled me; she’d never hugged me before. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her back.

“I’m glad,” she said, letting me go, too soon for me.

“What now?”

She tipped her head on down the woods. “My car is hidden off the road. It’s a couple miles.”

I just looked at her.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. Are you ready?”

“Yes. I am so ready to get home and just live in your big fancy bathtub.”

She scooped me back up into her strong arms. “I’ve got you.”

I really felt like she did. I wrapped my arms around her neck and held on tight, resting my cheek on her shoulder. I felt safe.

She carried me back to her car and took me back to her mansion. I soaked for hours in a hot bath, and she joined me after she made sure her security was fixed. She wanted me to feel like I would be safe in her home.

“But she knows where you live now.” The thought occurred to me after the bath. I was lying on her bed while she rubbed soothing lotion onto my very bruised backside.

“She won’t be back. And even if she tries, this place is a fortress. And even if she did somehow break in, it will alert me AND all the other heroes.”

I looked back at her. “I don’t think I could handle it if any of them found me like that.”

She chuckled and climbed up the bed, lying next to me. “You are all mine to save.”

“What if she like, tells other people where you live?”

“Like the paparazzi? Then we’ll just move. Wouldn’t be the first time?”

“We?” I asked. Not the first time was something I’d circle back to later.

“Yeah, I’d take you with me. If you wanted to come. I’ve gotten used to having you around.”

“I, uh, I like being around too.”

She kissed my cheek. Before I could try to reciprocate, or even figure out what I should do or how I should take it, she got up and grabbed my hips, lifting me up.

“Oh.” She moved my knees so I was on all fours. “Oh!” I realized her intent. I leaned forward, gripping the sheets tightly in my fists as she took care of me. She took great care of me.